We’re thrilled to launch DeRosa’s new single, Signs of Life, along with an exclusive one week free download. Though Signs of Life channels the yearning of Roy Orbison and moodiness of Scott Walker (also interviewed in this month’s Believer), hints of Danzig’s dark specter can also be heard in DeRosa’s somber baritone.

Kristen Iskandrian’s first novel, Motherest, is told in first-person by 18-year-old Agnes, who lives in “the middle of a New Jersey nowhere” and has just begun college in “the middle of a New England nowhere” in 1993.

I first saw Barbara Browning when she was naked, one hand extended to open a shower curtain, in our shared dorm bathroom, when we were both in our late teens. Barbara wore her hair short then, and her compact little body was so unapologetically whole, not a series of parts in the way I considered my own body to be.

In Visceral Poetics, poet Eleni Stecopolous' recent book on, among other things, struggling with chronic pain while trying to write a dissertation about Antonin Artaud and Paul Metcalf, Stecopolous writes about her frustration with being undiagnosable.